Shepard misses the comfort of the stars she knows more than she'll admit to the members of her crew here, although she suspects they all suffer from it. Learning them here is a process that seems almost impossible -- there's no reference point, no point of light to say and there's the sun or whatever other convenient star would serve as your marking point to work your way out. She'd be trained as a solider rather than a navigator, but exposure gives you some amount of knowledge.

The solemn man doesn't look any less lost than she feels when she enters, and Shepard offers a quick sympathetic remark. "Let me guess. It doesn't look a thing like what you're expecting."